(Alarm rangs)
Why do i have to put effort in school. Theres so much i could do with my life. During the 1800s people at my age was already married, but im still lonely. I guess school is for eduction.
I woke up like usually. Head facing away from the door. Laying on my side. I finally got out of my bed when i heard footsteps coming towards my room. My mom is always at work but she never works on monday and sundays. Its a superstition thing.
"David, Its time to get up" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Even though we had a two story house it was very clumped together. So when she yelled it was always a echo.
"Can i stay home today, I dont feel so good" I told her. I always tap my feet or my eye brow twitch when i lie. I dont know why but it always happens.
She looks me in my eyes and let out a very loud scream. " Get your ass dress and get on that damn bus, before i make you wish you went to school."
I guess that was a no. Shes very strict but she only like that because my other siblings wasted there life. My older brother still live with us and hes thirty three. While my older sister decided to do drugs during a school trip and was kicked out. My mom was never strict with them and my older siblings was the result of that.
I finally got dressed. Even though i am lazy i dont like to be unorganized. I like everything to be timed managed. I put a timer on and my favorite band on at the time. The carrot munchers. Rock was popular so i followed the flow of what other people liked, but the carrot munchers only had 100 listener and i was one of those listeners. I put fifteen minutes on the clock and took a shower. I had 10 minutes left to get to the bus stop even though my school was right down the street. My mom didnt trust that i would go straight to school. I finally made it out the door. The bus stop was a thirty second walk.
The bus was full but i was able to get a front seat. Siting in the back of the bus was never something i liked to do. There would always be someone that is entitled to mess with people when sitting in the back of the bus. I learned my lesson the first time i sat in the back of the bus. People talk loud. Standing up while the bus is moving. The bus driver doenst care. The bus driver has to get us from point A to point B without us dying thats it. Thats how i see it. Even if the bus driver could do somthing all she could do it get the person suspended off the bus, but that can come back to hunt them if the person that got suspended decided to harm the bus driver.
I finally got to school. The first day of school is supposed to be the time to get use to going to each class from different buildings. There was so many people getting off the buses. I didnt know what was going on when i got off the bus. So i just followed the cowed. Everyone went to the front of the school and just sat there talking. I didnt have any friends to talk to so i just stood their staring at people. The bell finally rings at 7:10. Everyone walks to their individual classes. I still didnt know where my classes were. I look for a teacher or some type of staff to direct me towards my cousler so i could get my schedule.
"IF YOU DONT KNOW YOUR SCHEDULE PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFIC" person on the intercom said. It scared me at first but then i realize this was not the time to be standing still and went straight to the front office. I entered the front office. Twenty kids and there was adults two time the amount. There was ten people in font of me to get my school schedule. It took about 10 mins to finally talk to the lady that gave everyone there schedule.
"Good morning my name is David Ingram. I am a 9th grader". I always speak quietly. She typed in my name and printe dout my schedule. She told me to exit out the side door and head upstairs to go to my first class. I looked at my schedule and i didnt like what i saw. I had spanish three for my first block. I cant change my schedule until i can get in contact with my counsleor but i dont even know there name.
My first class is on the third floor. Room three hundreds and five it said on my paper. I dont have anything against spanish class. Its just that spanish is not my strongest subject. In middle school i took spanish one and two. During those two years both of my teacher quit mid way through the year. It was a credit that was easy to get, but i dont think the high school i go to knew that.
I enter the class. I can see everyone faces because all of the desk are spaced out.
"Welcome, Como estas" the teacher said. I didnt know what she said so i answered with.
"Si" .
I went to a seat that was at the back of the room to get on my phone. I was still binge watching one of my favotite animes, One Pi. Even though people dont like slice of life animes. This was one of the most watched anime with five hundred episodes. It was about a math teacher that wanted to become the best teacher in the world.
I know school goes by slow the first few weeks of school, but this spanish class felt like it took forever to get out of. There wasnt nothing to takes note on so i stayed on my phone listening to the teacher explain what the class was about.
"Make sure you study these vocabulary words when you get home" the teacher said before the bell finally rang.
It was finally time to go to the next class. Apparently I got the same teacher for english and creative writing. English is the only subject that i liked in school because it was the only way i could express myself in class without causing a scene. There was so much that i could do. I could write poem, read books, write essays. I love writing essays its the only thing that keeps me busy from being bored at home. I walked in the classroom to a big black guy. I dont judge people based on appearance but this doesnt look like the type of teacher that would help me with my work.
"Welcome to english two, I hope you all had a very eventful summer. This is english two." he said smiling.
There wasnt nothing to really take note of except for the fact that hes black. Even though i am black. I dont like balck teacher that are alwasy off topic or bring up slavery in every conversation they are having. Freedom of speech is somthing everyone has but should never be used when kids come to learn about english not history. That was literally the only thing that annoyed me. He didnt call on me which i liked, but there was a considerable amount of information he told us. We got homework the first day of school. Can you believe that. Its the first day of school and i am already stressed out. The class had no more that fifteen people in attendance in a thirty person class.
My third block got 1st lunch. I always eat school lunch, but i didnt expect the lunch line to be 50 people long with people skipping the line. As i said before i follow what i see. I immediately followed what everyone else was doing and skipped to the front of the line. We got nachos for the first day of school. I sat with no one and watched youtube during lunch. There was no one from my middle school that i hanged with was at first lunch. Whats there to talk about anyways.
Third block started and ended once i got in class.
(ring ring ring ring)
The fire alarm went off and nothing was organized. This was all happening during transition back to my third block. Theres nothing i could do except look for my teacher, but this was the greatest opportunity to just walk off campus. My dad lived right behind the school, so i walked to his house. I planned to stay over and have him drive me back to Moms house, but that would look suspicious so i texted her first about me going over to make it look realistic. I begin to walk, but i heard a car racing by so i started to run back. I felt my life flash before my eyes. I guess it was worth it to tell my mom i loved her before i left for school.
(Bang Bang) shots came from everywhere. I ducked behind a car in the school parking lot. Its the fucking first day of school why is this happening. Someone was hit when it all ended. He was taken to the hospital. On the first day of a school a mexican kid got shot at a black school. This will look good on the news. The people that write the new always want a scoop and now they have one.
I cant go to dads house anymore because the police are keeping everything "safe" for the kids that didn't get hurt. The school was on lock down mode for a whole hour. I was stuck in class wondering what the school will do for the upcoming school year. The school year started off horrible. School finally ended with the school let the kids out early. I still went to dads house. I took the short cut he showed me during the summer. He grew up in this neighborhood so i always take the short cuts he shows me.
I finally made it to his house. He stays in a one bedroom house with a big yard. There was never anything to do over here so i made sure to bring my phone. Dad is naver home usually so i let myself in. I knock first of course.
(bang bang)
I heard more gunshot but it came from inside of the hosue. As soon as i open the door i saw my dad standing over ricky.